Sunday by the River

Today my bench is in the shade.

It’s not too hot – I’ve got it made.

I watch the ferry folk parade

While lovely breezes blow.

 

All sorts of sneakers are displayed

As people strut and promenade,

The chores that wait at home delayed

To join the Sunday show.

 

A long-ago decision made

To live here in my mind has stayed

As one from which I’ve never swayed –

That’s one thing that I know.